Just when I figure it all out,
you go and change it once more;
don’t you know I’m a cat
and change is something
we deplore?
Just when I’ve settled
and got ready for a nap,
you tear apart my world
leaving chaos & destruction
leaking from the tap.
Just when I don’t think I could
hate you any more,
you prove that hatred
is quite lenient compared
to what I have in store.
I try to answer
my own questions
with riddles
so that I fool
not only everyone else
but myself
into thinking
I’ve got it
all figured out.
To say I would do anything
is an understatement.
I would do everything
and all the unthinkable things
in between.
Loving you
is my only job
and the pay
is greater than
any dollar amount.
But the truth is,
I would work for free
as long as it meant
you’d be next to me.
When the tables have turned
and the truth comes out
and your bridges have burned
and you are filled with doubt.
The things that you lean on
are structurally unsound
and the very steps you take
are on unsolid ground.
Can you ever go back
to the way that it was?
Can you ever forget
what hatred does?
An overcast day
a couch, a blanket, you, me
what more could we need?
What mask will you wear
when the time comes?
What lies will you spout
when all the truths are out?
What pact will you break
when you’ve had enough?
What life will you live
when there is nothing
left to give?
You remind me
of someone I used to know,
long ago
and far away
who tried her best
but couldn’t stay
and just like then
and just like her
you’ll be gone
in a simple blur.
How could you think it was okay
to use that weapon
and take my fur away?
A jumbled mess it may have been
but I approve all grooming
right down to where and when.
Just try that move once more
and then you best prepare
for what you’ll have in store.
Sleep comes easy
to those without a care
while others lie awake
knowing life is unfair.
Sleep may never come
to those most in need
since darker thoughts
will surely plant the seed.
Love
is strange.
Two strangers
soon become friends
become lovers,
become mates,
merge souls.
How strange?
Love
is eternal,
when done right
and nourished
and cared for
and able to bloom,
eternity soon seems
not long enough indeed.
Love
can be
a poem,
a song,
a feeling,
a look,
an action,
a vow,
a ring,
and just near
everything.
Love
can be
cruel,
painful,
brutal
honest,
mean,
heart-breaking,
breathless,
more difficult
than anything.
Love
is not easy
but when you know
it’s right,
there is never a time
when it’s not worth
the fight.
Autumn Siders 